Sixian looked over, a flicker of interest crossing his mind. The woman’s brows were slightly arched, her dark eyes clear and pristine, and a faint, serene smile played on her face as she looked back across the space between them.
She was indeed an exceptionally beautiful woman. Her brows were like finely painted ink, her features graceful and vivid; she carried herself with a poise that was dignified, steady, and imposing.
Sixian nodded with a smile, and she returned the gesture with equal courtesy.
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